"Let's play Mom and Honey"

She says to her friend as they're playing in the back yard.  I had no idea I called him honey as much as I (clearly) do. 

The child, she slays me.  While at the same time she makes me want to lose my shit.  I don't know how people survive three.  Two? A breeze.  Three? Notsomuch.  I mean, there are so many aspects about it that are amazing. She's thinking independently, coming up with ideas and stories and her imagination is blooming. She's the best big sister ever and adores every single things her brother says and does.  And is so very patient with him.  But at the drop of a hat, with no notice whatsover, she is a puddle of toddler goo on the floor, whining, crying and it takes every ounce of patience I have not to lose it.

Ah, but there are so many better things to write about.  I didn't intend for this to be a vent on the whining that consumes our days, but rather a "boy have we been busy with summer" post.  Rare, I know.

We've been listening to music in the park almost every week. We love to go early and eat dinner on the blanket and stay for only the first half of the show.  Afterall, keeping their bedtime means getting a little time to myself in the evening.

We've been going to the Zoo and eating dinner outside and enjoying our evenings together.

 

So far it's been a great summer. We've had our house on the market for quite some time with a lot of activity but no offers. We're gearing up to move very soon here regardless of the outcome and are crossing our fingers that everying lines up.  We're getting ready to head out of town on a mini vacation very soon and for a longer one in a couple of weeks. I haven't had any significant time off since Christmas so the break will be nice.

Bubby is teething and has been so very sad for days on end now.  I really want him to feel better because clearly he is miserable. He's not the always happy go lucky guy he usually is it makes me so sad that there is not much I can do.  Other than let him teeth on his sister, I suppose.

He's getting so. damn. big.  My baby, my sweet little last baby is a toddler now.  He's trying really hard to talk and getting into absolutely everything. He's exploing this big world we live in and wants to know what is up with everything around him. It's just so hard to believe it though. 

I'm already at that stage where people I know who were pregnant when I was are expecting again, and I'm longing for that feeling of being pregnant, for the anticipation that a soon-to-be mom feels, for a sweet sleepy little baby.  Ugh, it's so hard. I think it's even harder this time when we know we're done. Maybe it's just knowing it's not going to happen that makes me want it even more.  But then I come back to reality and here I am with these two wonderfully crazy, cuddly, wild children and I think to myself "Woman, you are out of your damn mind to think you want another one." (no offense to those of you who are pregnant again - I am insanely happy for you!)  Whew, ok, glad that one is over. 

More to come soon.  Hopefully from a lappy in the middle of nowhere, where I'm kidless and sipping on a margarita. What? It could happen.

~Mama A. 

Comments

[Heather Bea]

I completely get what you are saying. The longing is always there but the farther away you get from "newborndom" the easier it is. Now that Aly is almost four it seems absurd to even think about another. But they are so cute and cuddly when they are little it is hard to resist, especially when you are faced with kids that have started to talk back to you. You really miss when they couldn't talk at all.

[nonlineargirl]

I feel your pain over three. Wow is it intense.

I love that last picture.

[Grandmere]

I loved having three.... all so different and yet each adding to the love in my heart. My SIL had five and I still marvel how she did that! But three? When I was expecting the last one, a friend of mine said the third finds its own place in your heart and in the world. And it is true. She has been joy to me from the day she was born. My easiest to raise and pure love.